It was one of those moments. We've all had them. They come from nowhere and before you know it you're doing things that you always said you wouldn't. No, by God, would he ever get me to do
that
! Colin and myself had just had a shower. Separately. He went first whilst I made a few sandwiches then I went in surrounding myself with the smell of gel and body spray and warmth.
I came out wrapped in my old pink bathrobe, rubbing my blonde hair with a towel and humming 'Bridge Over Troubled Water' softly to myself. Colin had timed it just right and was pouring the hot chocolate into two large mugs as I walked into the room.
I sat on the sofa and drew the side tables closer to the two of us. And we ate and sipped our drinks as we watched the movie on TV. After a while I drew my legs up onto the sofa and leant with my back against him. He casually drooped an arm over my right shoulder and slid his hand into my bathrobe to cup my breast. The movie had just got to the beginning of the courtroom scene when Colin's hand began gently squeezing my flesh, giving me a pleasant warm glow inside. I slid down his body and lay with my head on his lap facing the TV and feeling his penis stir slightly beneath my left cheek. I slipped my hand into his own bathrobe and gently took hold of the semi-rigid flesh.
I felt warm and safe and sensuous.
The movie was exciting and both Colin and myself love court room dramas. So for a while we were engrossed in the plot and softly stroking and caressing each other. The room was warm. Colin's soft moan made me realise that without thinking I had gripped his cock a bit tighter and was masturbating him gently. His own hand still cupped my breast, with it's nipple hardening into a tiny point., but now he was kneading and pulling at the flesh. A sense of urgency was beginning to transmit itself from him to me.
I lost myself for a while and missed the end of the movie. But it didn't matter too much. My body was beginning to ventilate slightly as my pulse rate rose. I pulled Colin's robe apart and took the end of his thick cock into my mouth and let it rest on my tongue. Gently I suckled it for a while knowing by the tightness of his grip on me that his own lust was rising. He let his hand fall from my throbbing, swollen tit flesh to the inside of my right thigh which he began gently squeezing with the palm of his hand and four of his fingers. His thumb had inserted itself between my cunt lips and was softly pushing upwards until they opened slightly to allow him to enter a bit further.
I sighed and moved my legs further apart at the same time lowering my head down onto his penis until it rested at the entrance to my throat. I have always been able to perform deep throat. Ever since I was a teenager. I can relax my muscles and by a series of gulping motions take a cock right in up to the balls. No matter how long it might be. Sometimes I used to have difficulty with very thick ones but even those too I could manage to swallow at least half their length. Colin was long but not thick and after a moment I gave him the first of many deep swallows.
He groaned and placed his whole hand on my vagina, pushing against the still slightly sealed entrance. With his cock deep in my gullet and my right hand now free, I squeezed and pulled at his scrotum. Feeling the hardening balls beneath the soft pliable flesh.
Then without knowing why, I stretched out my middle finger and began to stroke the underside of his body, at times allowing my finger tip to brush gently over his anus. He groaned and involuntarily jerked his hips forward trying to push even further into my mouth and throat. But he could go no further. His balls were already jammed against my lips with just a bit of the sac skin able to enter my gaping jaws as my finger began making circular motions around his arsehole. He withdrew slightly and then pushed forward again building up a thrusting rhythm around which I could take in small lung-fulls of air. The saliva in my mouth began to run unchecked over my lips and onto my chin. I felt gloriously wanton.